Wow, I didn't think the story really had any big fans. Muscle-theft is a subset of a small group already (muscle-growth, then a smaller wedge of muscle-growth fans who are into theft). I sort of feel like posting muscle-theft here is screaming into the void.
I'm glad you enjoyed the story so much!

Star Light, Star Bright
By: JadeDragon
Update: I wrote this a long, long time ago, with a different username I posted it on the old forum. I don't really write in this "style" anymore, but I'll leave it as-is instead of rewriting it in my current style. It is archived in the old forum, but I decided to repost it here since apparently it's good enough to recommend and I didn't want people to have to dig for it. Enjoy.
I dedicate this story to Xyggurat, master of muscle theft and to Jaypat, who also understands what it means to be six inches closer to the ground.
Why to, or not to wish, upon a star. Give it a try if you dare but wishes can be dangerous. You are warned.
The concrete was hard beneath the soles of my shoes as I walked down the abandoned street. The sky above dazzled with far-flung stardust, but I was far too angry to appreciate the beauty. On this fair night, I walked home from a terrible day, which had begun the moment I had awoken. College was hard enough for me, without having to deal with my asshole roommate.
Daniel Whelan or just Dan, as he preferred (I learned that preference by gaining a black eye) was just about the cockiest person I had ever met. He stood at a proud 6' 3" tall and took every opportunity to point out how short I was at my 5' 5" height. It also didn't help that I barely made weight at 100 pounds soaking wet, whereas Dan had picked up bodybuilding since his freshman year of high school and bulked up to 260 pounds of muscle by the time he waltzed in the door all those months ago.
I realize that I might have lived with him without complaint, but still. It's hard when you saw a guy like him every day. A guy who insists on sleeping in naught but his overly tight briefs, showing off his impressive package. I suppose you could say truthfully that I myself wasn't very secure. Dan might not have got to me if I were more at peace with the way I looked. But instead, I looked at that bulky, snoring form night after night with a mixture of green envy and crimson rage. Then, I'm ashamed to say, I would jerk off. Because despite his verbal and emotional abuse, Dan was incredibly hot. His jaw was strong with a seemingly permanent coating of ginger stubble. His bright red hair was frequently gelled into spikes and his eyes were so green they could put grass to shame.
But Dan wasn't directly responsible for my rotten day I thought to myself as I walked, passing a grove of old oak trees, their mighty boughs crowned with their autumn colours. No, it was my own damn fault. I had picked up working out at a gym in town. I couldn't ever go to the one on campus, Dan would see to that. I had been working out for a few months, trying to put on some mass to try and man up a bit to get Dan off my back but with no success. I was smart, I read all the right books, ate all the right foods but it seemed like that version of myself was not meant to be. When I had gone in today after an afternoon of classes, the gym's manager who I didn't really even know came up to me as I tried to lift a heavier weight than normal. He outright told me that if I were just coming in here to waste his time I might as well get out.
I tried to explain, but he was adamant that I no longer tarnish the gym's reputation and bother the clientele by coming in week after week and failing to do anything but crowd the benches. He handed me the money for this month's membership fee and escorted me out the door, my face burning with embarrassment while the muscle heads in the gym looked on with expressions of relief plastered all over their smug faces. How could this happen? With the debt I was in paying for my education I knew I'd never be able to push for anything in court. Also, seeing as how this gym was the only one within range other than the one on campus, I basically had to give up working out. Not that it had done me much good besides assuaging my feeling that I was bringing Dan's and his friend's abuse down on myself.
I turned the corner and saw the ponderous expanse of the campus dead ahead. I dreaded going in there, this was a small town, and no doubt Dan would have heard about the incident and take the opportunity to rub it in all night long. With something like this, he might even whip out his semi-flaccid cock as thwack it around a bit to show off. It was humiliating, seeing a jerk like him having the body I so desperately wanted while I was stuck with my skeletal, unmasculine form. I looked up at the stars and I cried out in futility. Or so I thought at the time.
"Fuck! I just wish my life was better! Is that so much to ask!?" I shouted at them. The stars seemed to laugh with mirth and twinkling light at my mundane, puny human life. My pathetic human suffering is probably too far beneath their notice, I thought to myself bitterly.
I felt the breeze pick up, snapping me from my negative thoughts. The wind rapidly grew fiercer. It was soon an icy gale, tearing at everything with sharp, invisible claws. I felt a rumble, and then saw a flash of light! I looked up, and one star blazed, seeming to eclipse all the heavens in its glow. Then all at once, the light faded and vanished...no, not gone, merely moving! A point of light, descending from the heavens, a star. A falling star! But, that's impossible! I thought to myself as the point of light drew ever nearer.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I cursed, as I realized it was heading straight for me. I dove into a nearby bush just as the light struck the ground not a few feet away. The noise accompanying the fallen star was deafening. It struck me dumb, the light almost seemed to make me transparent. It was like the light burned into my very soul. Finally, the radiance subsided.
Stepping out from behind the bush, I saw the point of light on the ground. It lay innocently on the concrete, like the last few minutes of bizarre happenings was in no way its fault. Stepping closer and stooping to the ground, I beheld that the light belonged to a star-shaped crystal. It looked like a diamond and blazed with a blue-white light. Picking it up, it sat in the palm of my hand like some radiant crystal flower. It was heavier than it looked. I looked up. The place the star once occupied in the night sky was dark. So the star DID fall out of the heavens...somehow.
"I guess it must be very dense," I said, mostly to myself. I turned it around and around, the facets sending shafts of light into the dark night. It was the most beautiful jewel, its beauty surpassed any terrestrial gem. I stuck it in my pocket, surprised that something so bright failed to shine through the material of my jeans. Maybe it was magic? I never really believed in magic, but this object was just far too bizarre to be anything else, could it?
"Could things get any stranger?" I spoke aloud to the stillness of the night. Little did I know, that the strange period in my life was just beginning.
I jogged over the tiles and concrete of the campus, hurrying towards my dorm. The lampposts stood sentinel, casting unmoving shadows as the light spilled into silhouettes through the branches and leaves of trees. Finally, I slipped into my building, the place was quiet. Counting red steel doors till I came to 412, I slipped the key into the lock and turned it. Giving the door a bit of a shove to get it open I walked into my dorm room. The door was a bit rusty, so it emitted a grating squeal as I opened and closed it.
I was greeted by the sight of Dan, already stripped down to his tight red briefs. His muscles were plainly displayed. He never failed to flex them a bit when I'm around. He loved to make me feel inadequate. I think it made him feel like even more of a man than he already did. I'm far too distracted to notice, but the star sparkled in my pocket.
"Hey, Dan," I said, once again not failing to drink in his masculinity with my eyes. Damn, I'm a glutton for punishment.
"Hey, Jake." Replied Dan, with a big smile on his face. It was weird, he sounded a lot friendlier than he normally did. Usually, he'd just sneer at my staring and tell me what a fag I am. "How was your day?" He asked.
This was getting weird, Dan never asked how my day went. "Uhhhh..." I fumbled, taken by surprise. "It was alright, I guess. It was a weird kind of day." What the hell?
"Uh-huh. I see. Well, I'm gonna just wait here for you." Said Dan, who turned around (damn, his back was so thick and his shoulders were fucking broad!) and laid back on his bed. Dan was rubbing his dick through his briefs, obviously hard. Jesus, it's huge! I thought to myself. What the hell is going on? Is he trying to seduce me? This definitely wasn't anything like the Dan that I had come to know these past months. Did this have to do with the fallen star? I started to pull off my clothes, I had to admit, I was very horny. I was also just crazy enough to go along with it. After what I had just seen, anything seemed possible at this point.
"Damn..." Whispered Dan as he watched me strip naked. My cock was rock hard. I walked over to the foot of his bed, looking at his heavily muscled form. His perfect, thick pecs. His quads are immense, much thicker than my waist. His arms were perfect, thick and proportional in respect to his biceps and forearms. Dan was always stunning, but somehow he was turning me on even harder than ever before.
I climbed onto the bed, my hands brushing his rock hard abs as I grabbed the waistband of his briefs. Hooking the elastic with my thumbs, I pulled them down. The fabric had a bit of trouble stretching around his hard asscheeks, not to mention his quads, but I keep tugging it down till they're off. His cock flops free, hard at a little bit over ten inches in length, with the girth of a beer can and arcing over tennis ball sized balls. He's massive! I thought to myself as I flung the briefs across the room without even looking where I was throwing.
Dan stared at his own raging hardon, his eyelids half closed over those gorgeous green eyes. I bent down and breathed on his stiff dick and a light moan of pleasure passed his lips. What the hell was going on? What the hell am I doing!? I thought to myself as I wrapped my lips around Dan's perfect mushroom head and I began to suck the cock that had teased and tormented me all these months. Dan screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, though a loud groan of pleasure escaped the enamelled trap. Man, this guy was hot! His moans were driving me wild. I cupped his heavy bull balls with my hand, their size filled, then spilled over the sides of my hand. They're so big and heavy! Dan bucked his hips a little, his defined muscle letting me see each and every quivering movement, down to finest detail.
"Unggg....gawwwd....fuckkkk...." Dan groaned, his cock leaking steady pre. To my surprise, I felt his big hand reach around underneath me and start jacking off my five-inch cock. I intensified my attentions to Dan's dick and balls and his moaning increased in both volume and frequency as a result.
The head of his thick cock in my mouth, I felt compelled to wrap my hands around that astounding girth! One hand barely made it around its awesome thickness, and I began to pump. Dan's own slick pre was giving ample lubrication. I could feel his strong heartbeat pulsing through the thick veins snaking their way through his dick. Somehow, even his heaving, powerful muscles, failed to measure up to the sheer force that seems to be pulsing through his cock. It somehow seemed like his strongest muscle by far!
"Shit, I never get over what a good cocksucker you are, Jake," Dan grunted as he sped up jacking off my cock. I almost lost focus on his meat upon hearing these words. He thinks we've done this before? I thought, confused.
"D-Dan, I'm gonna blow if you keep it up!" I stammered as I took my mouth off his dick for a second. His hands were quite skilled and I was having trouble holding in my load. Just seeing his bulk and muscle move and heave made me feel like I'd cum by just watching.
"That's the idea, stud. How long can you hold out?" Replied Dan, a playful grin on his mouth. What the hell was going on!?
His hands were skilled, so I sucked his cock harder and harder and his handwork faltered as a shudder of pleasure quaked through his thick and muscular body. "Dude, that's not fair," Dan grunted as I continued tonguing his cock, tracing the head with the tip of my tongue, then taking as much of it in my mouth as I could and sucking while moving it in and out of my mouth. I felt it touch the back of my throat.
"Dammit...I'm not gonna let you win again!" Dan flashed his gorgeous smile and jacked me off even faster then pushed one of his free fingers against my asshole, forcing it in. Crap, he's good. I know I'm not gonna be able to hold out. I thought to myself as my ass was invaded.
"Oh shit, I'm cumming!" I moaned and true enough, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, in the base of my cock and balls, then radiating out to the very tips of my extremities as my five-inch dick shot its load. Dan caught it in his palm and licked his hand clean.
"Heh, I guess I win this round, Jake. Don't worry....unggg....there's always....*pant*.....tomorrow!" Dan's loss of verbal acuity was due to my renewed sucking. His grunting and writhing made me laugh a bit inside. The fallen star must have done something, somehow. It must be magic. It must be!
I knew exactly what would send Dan over the edge, although I was not sure how I knew, exactly. I reached out with a free hand and started rubbing his thick pecs. The slight dusting of ginger hair felt good as I ran my hands along the two mounds of muscle. Tracing the cleft, I then moved my hand to the bulging hills of Dan's abs. Damn, they were tight, nice and dense and stacked on top of each other like bricks.
"Unggg! Fuck!" Dan almost shouted, trying to restrain himself to prevent the whole dorm from hearing. As it was, the picture frames nailed into the walls became unlevel from the jerking of the bed as Dan writhed on top of it.
"Yeah, big cock and dick, but can you hold it in Dan?" I panted as I continued sucking, his spasms convincing me that Dan was getting closer to shooting his load.
"Y-y-yeah! Ung...I'm the...man...." Dan's face was getting really red. His balls were churning with his load, I could see it with my own two eyes. So fucking hot! "Fucking...stud!" Dan grunted. Damn, his voice was so deep, it rumbled in his throat like an earthquake.
"Oh yeah, big man?" I said, smiling. "Let's see how you like it!" I pushed my right hand under him and squeezed it past his globular asscheeks, they were hard melons of muscle! I found his asshole and pushed my finger against it lightly.
"Oh no man, don't!" Dan moaned, his muscles visibly convulsing with pleasure. "I might pass out-t-t...unggg!" Dan's protestations were cut off as I loosened his sphincter and started pushing with my index finger.
"Gawwwd...fucking....A....unggg!" Dan grunted and groaned in his deep voice. I couldn't believe how hot this was. I still didn't know what was going on, but with the massive meat in my mouth, I hardly cared at that point. I could feel spasms rock Dan's body. I knew he was going to erupt soon. Just as soon as I could work his love nut hard enough. I thought I felt it against my fingertip and I began to pleasure the spongy muscle in his ass.
"Gaaah! Ahhhh!" Dan's shouts were now no longer restrained. Unless he was trying, in which case I must have been doing a good job.
"C'mon big boy," I said between sucking Dan's man-meat and licking it. "Let's see what you've got!"
"Oh god! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" Dan's feet curled, his mighty muscles convulsed. His bull balls pulled up and unleashed their awesome load. I wrapped my lips on the head of his dick, determined to take it all, but I was not prepared for this. The first volley filled, then exceeded the capacity of my mouth, making sticky cum escape my lips and ooze down the sides of Dan's thick cock like a fir tree oozing sap. I sucked it down as quickly as I could to be ready for the next load, then the next and the one after that. Dan's bucking hips didn't make it any easier to hold on but I managed to suck down most of his loads as he spewed them forth. I had never seen anybody cum this much.
"Uh....ungg...fuck...." Dan's voice was tinged with pleasure, even as his loads slowed down to a stop. He felt himself up, playing with his pecs as I sucked down the last few mouthfuls of spunk. His moaning briefly renewed as I licked his cock clean.
"Damn...Jake...that was good." Dan said with a bit of a grin. "I still win this round though."
"Only cause you cheated stud," I whispered, leaning forward and kissing him, his ginger stubble was scratchy against my lips. I must have been dreaming. If so, I didn't want to wake. They did say life was a dream of sorts. And mine just got really good.
"I love you, Jake." Dan murmured, falling asleep in exhaustion from his explosive orgasm. What was going on?
"I love you too, Dan," I replied, curling next to him, my face against his mighty chest. I didn’t want to sleep, in case it ended the dream. But I was too exhausted. Like heavy, clinging cotton spores, sleep dragged me into a dark abyss.
I awoke, with my face against flesh. Thick, warm and a bit hairy. I opened my eyes and Dan's large pecs filled my view. So it wasn't a dream. Unless it was, in which case it could hardly qualify as being over yet, obviously. I looked up at Dan's peaceful face. Listening to his gentle snores, I wondered if he was still the way he was last night. I couldn't move without waking him, his powerful arm draped over me as it was. I suppose I just had to face the music. I began rubbing his lat with my free hand and mouthing and licking his pec while also sucking his nipple. His semi-hard cock stiffened and Dan grunted. He's beginning to wake, I thought to myself.
"Good morning to you too, Jake." Said Dan sleepily, lifting his arm off me and stretching those massive muscles of his most luxuriously. So it was real. It did happen. My cock had stiffened from looking at Dan. The fallen star shone with brilliance in my abandoned jeans, although neither of us noticed. I felt an odd impulse though.
"Turn over, Dan," I whispered, not really sure what I was doing or what made me say that. I felt fucking horny as hell though. I felt extremely odd. An almost a primal feeling from deep within seemed to be welling up from the dark corners of my mind.
"Oh man. This early? You're gonna wear me out before I've even got up." Dan grumbled but obeyed my instruction. I felt scared in the still rational part of my mind. What was going on here? What was the fallen star doing? Dan's round muscled ass was now accessible, my five-inch dick rock hard and I now knew exactly what to do.
I grabbed a thick, hard cheek in each hand and spread the muscle apart to reveal his hole. Dan seemed to tremble a bit under my hands, he'd never shown signs of being vulnerable before but looking at him now (even for all his mass and size) he definitely seemed that way now.
"Hold on, Dan. This is going to be quite a ride!" I grunted. What the hell was coming over me!? The head of my cock made contact with Dan's sphincter and he shuddered and let out a low moan of pleasure. I felt a rush, like what happens when you stand up too fast after you've been sitting awhile.
"Crap..." I said, feeling more hot and bothered than ever before. I couldn't hold back and I pushed hard and with a pop, the head of my dick went past Dan's sphincter.
"Unggg...oh man..." Dan moaned as I began to pump in and out, my hands now against his thickly muscled back for support as I fucked his muscled ass. It felt so good! The roaring in my ears grew louder.
"Man, this is hot Dan!" I said, closing my eyes and fucking with all my might. I didn't feel tired at all, in fact, I felt energized like I could fuck for hours. Dan's ass seemed like it was getting tighter, it was amazing!
"You've gotta stop moving, Dan," I said, feeling his back shift under my hands, making it hard to support myself as I fucked his daylights out.
"I'm not moving, Jake!" Dan protested...but it didn't really sound like Dan. Dan's voice was deeper than that. I opened my eyes and looked down and what I saw nearly made me pull out of Dan's ass. Dan had shrunk! His normally broad back had diminished, his shoulders narrowed. His quads had shrunk also and I even saw Dan's hard cock sticking out from under him and it looked smaller too. The fallen star must have done this! Could I stop? But, did I even want to stop? I got the feeling like if I pulled out Dan would stop shrinking.
But I realized at that moment where the size went. My normally flat chest had pumped up with Dan's lost muscle! My arms, once like sticks, now had muscle to them like I had been working out for a while! I felt the rush almost take my breath away. I couldn't believe how good I felt, how horny this was making me. I wanted it! I wanted to grow! This is what I had always wanted and now it was mine! I pulled my bigger cock out and pushed it back in. The pumping making me feel the current of energy running through my cock increase. Dan moaned weakly.
I pumped in and out and watched as Dan's muscles were sucked out his ass. His bulging pecs were deflating, thick arm muscles receding. Dan was even getting shorter and his shrinking body and my growing cock made his ass quickly grow tighter and tighter! He is getting exactly what an ass like him deserves, I thought to myself as I fucked my roommate into smallness. I could almost feel Dan getting weaker and weaker.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" I moaned, my voice getting deeper. A real man's voice. I could feel my weight increase and I wondered if Dan was getting squished. I then squashed that thought. Who cared? It was time for my ascension!
Dan had gone from a pumped-up bodybuilder to a reasonably worked out jock, but he certainly wasn't in the "huge" category any longer. His muscles had also lost symmetry and definition. The hair on his body had thinned out some and his hot stubble as well. His masculine face was getting narrower, his strong jawline giving way to a far less masculine arrangement. But I wasn't satisfied. I would never be satisfied until I had every last ounce of muscle and size that Dan had to give.
"Oh yeah Dan, your ass is so tight!" I moaned as I pumped, watching myself grow. Dan's size and masculine energies certainly weren't going to waste on me! My pecs were filling out, going from flatter to rounder. Biceps growing, hitting 14 inches, 16 inches, more! Forearms getting thicker, my hands bigger. I could feel the power coursing up my cock and through my legs. My quads and calves ballooning under the onslaught of energy being poured into its inadequate receptacle, forcing growth and strength into the muscles! I was getting taller and taller as Dan, the once indomitable paragon of masculinity itself deflated like a pathetic blow-up doll with the air being let out. My six pack was also getting more and more solid, soon forming a powerful core of eight-pack abs.
Dan's definition, however, was going right out the window. Or right out his ass, more accurately. Despite myself, Dan's now average physique was really turning me on, especially as I just had to look at myself to see how far the former stud had fallen. I was certainly in the bodybuilder build category now. I felt so heavy, every limb was thick and ripe with strength and power. I was swiftly acquiring all of Dan's former masculinity as he diminished to my former physique. I had only to keep fucking his ass to get it all.
"Unggg, fuck Dan...your ass...." I grunted and groaned. At this point, my growing cock and Dan's ass were getting so wedged together and tight that it was getting hard not to blow. And I got the feeling if I did that I would stop syphoning Dan's size. Okay, I just had the first taste of the inconvenience of being big, but I still wanted his size! I had to hold on! I felt my balls engorging and getting heavier between my legs, so fucking hot!
"Heh, having trouble holding it in, big man?" Dan asked, his voice now much higher than its previous deep rumble. The shock almost made me pause my fucking. Dan hadn't said a word the whole time and I had assumed he was completely out of it. Now it seemed like he knew he was small now and was okay with it. Or maybe he just didn't remember? Best not to think about it too much. I shoved my dick as deep as it would go into Dan's ass.
"Unggg...fuck!" Dan groaned, his now six-inch cock shooting a pathetically small load compared to his previous ones. As I fucked his ass, I could see that cock grow even smaller, below the six-inch mark. His physique now looked nice and skinny, approaching my old size. I dwarfed the former bodybuilder, now.
"Oh man, fucking A! I'm the man, a real man!" I said, admiring my deepened voice. I couldn't stand it. I stopped fucking Dan's ass, but I didn't pull out. I reached my right arm under his now flat chest all the while marvelling at the thickness and power of my bicep and forearm. I sat up and sitting at the edge of the bed, I instead let his small form lean against my now massive eight-pack abs and beefed up pecs. I felt myself get hornier and hornier as his head moved farther away from my chin and towards the bottom of my pecs. His ass was getting so fucking tight!
Dan's dick was four little inches long. I couldn't believe it. He was smaller than I was and I was now bigger than he used to be, too. My balls were huge, I could feel Dan's ass against them. I was now every bit the huge, muscular man that I had ever wished I could be. My body enormous, vast, I was huge at last! I felt Dan's ass cinch a bit too tight and I knew it was over for me. I wasn't disappointed though, I must have been 285 -295 pounds of rock-solid muscle, with a staggering 6' 5 1/2" inch or so height. My dick felt like it had pushed beyond 11 inches in terms of growth, but I wouldn't know for sure until I pulled out. In the meantime...
"Ung...fuck Fuck FUCKKKK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I felt the first powerful volley start at the base of my balls, travel up my cock and rocket into Dan's ass with incredible force. Just cumming it made my head spin but the next volley was just as powerful and came so quickly I could barely get the chance to breathe before my breath was taken away by the sheer pleasure ricocheting through me. My mouth was then open in a silent scream as the most powerful orgasm of my life washed over me like an inexorable tide. I came, again and again, my body jerking and spasming like a marionette manipulated by a puppeteer having a seizure.
"Dude...so tight..." Dan said weakly and I watched his little four-inch cock shoot a little dribble of cum. The pressure in Dan's ass increased as I shot wad after wad of thick bodybuilder spunk into it. His abdomen was now clearly bloating outwards from the size of my load. I can't even begin to describe how hot, how good, this orgasm felt. The hot rivers of cum that were leaking out of Dan's ass and flowing over my massive bull balls while dripping down my legs, felt like pure, unadulterated sex.
Finally, the cum belting out of my cock begun to slow, petering out slowly before finally giving out completely. I fell back on the bed and groaned. I felt exhausted. Orgasms never usually take this much out of me but I guess being this big made the whole deal of blowing one's load more energy intensive, I thought to myself. I grabbed little Dan and pulled him off my cock and even I was surprised at the size of the manhood I now possessed. A full foot of incredibly thick meat resting atop big bull balls about the size of softballs. I was bigger than Dan ever was, in every way.
"Damn..." Muttered Dan, cum dripping out of his ass and down his legs. "I still don't know how you manage to get that monster in my ass."
"Uh, Dan. You're not upset?" I asked, now truly curious what Dan was thinking now. I was still very much reeling from my transformation. Even my breathing was erotic. My every move reminded me of my new thick, muscular body.
"Well, it's not a bad way to wake up." Said Dan in his little voice. Everything about him was little now. Could he still really Dan, after falling so far from what he once was? "But I'm so stuffed I can barely move. I gotta go clean up before I go to class." Said Dan, walking over to the bathroom door.
"Dan, you don't notice anything different? Do you remember being big, ever?" I asked, the surreality starting to get to me.
"Big? Me? Heh, you've got to be joking. You're the only big guy in this relationship." Dan replied, giving my softening meat a bit of a tug. "It's just lucky I got paired with a massive stud like you." Dan disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me standing tall and naked. Muscular. Hung like a horse. Everything was different just twenty-four hours prior, it must be the work of that fallen star. It's the only thing that makes sense, crazy as that is.
I scrambled over to my discarded jeans and I nearly passed out when I picked them up. Instead of being far too small for me, they're roughly in a size I can comfortably wear by the looks of it. What the hell? The whole world had been turned upside out and inside down? I turned the pockets inside out. The fallen star was gone! What had happened to it? I wondered. Somehow it changed the whole world. Or maybe, my whole world would be more accurate.
I went to the window, the morning sun streaming in. Even walking had changed. My muscles changed my stance and I walked with a heavy swagger just like Dan used to. It looked like it's going to be a beautiful day, I thought silently. And I was seeing it from an altitude that I never before had at my former height. I was huge, I just couldn't get over it. I just hoped it was all it was cracked up to be. I sighed and opened the window with ease. Normally, I would have to struggle with its rusty hinges. Not today. The breeze ruffled my hair. Without the fallen star, there was no way to make everything normal again, even if I wanted to. That much, I was certain of.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed and sped out the window like a bullet! I tried to snatch the fallen star, but it was far too fast. The light slipped through my fingers with a musical tinkle and a flash of bluish-white light. I watched the light speed into the distance, becoming a speck then finally vanishing. Where has it gone off to now? I wondered. I looked down past my massive pecs stared at my monster cock. Eight inches soft. Just the acknowledgement of my own size was enough to get me hard again, even though I just came a gallon up Dan's ass. I didn't know if this new life would be better per se. But I guessed I would just have to make the best of it. I started to pump the hardening shaft.
"Unggg...I think this new life will be good..." I said to myself in self-satisfaction, as I jacked off my truly massive man meat. I didn't know if the fallen star had exactly granted my wish or not but whatever it had done, it was proving to be quite enjoyable, to say the least.

I'm glad someone enjoys that story. Perhaps "Star Light, Star Bright" is a bit too flowery compared to how I write now but I think I did a decent job with it. At least insomuch as it's a good enough muscle-theft story to recommend!

I'm 5' 6" tall and 106 lbs as of now. Any buff guys I've ever been into were either A ) straight or B ) only into other big, buff guys. RealJock was nothing but a sea of muscle4muscle. It also doesn't help that I'm half Chinese, which comes with a bunch of "nice" stereotypes that I need to deal with whenever I made any overtures. Although I'm not certain that is a symptom of gay dating in general rather than just muscle-dudes in particular.
It probably also doesn't help that I avoid working out at the gym like the plague. I prefer to do my workouts without an audience, I feel 100% less self-conscious that way and can actually focus, heh. Yes, I do work out, despite being so small. I'm working on it.

Cheaters Never Prosper
By: JadeDragon
For Xyggurat, the light of my muscle-theft life... P.S. Please finish “The Trainer.” Also sorry everyone if I'm a little rusty.
Begin...
It all started out so innocently, just another day in the gym.
"Hey, Conrad. You wanna make a bet?" Mike, my longtime workout partner, set down his dumbbells. I cast a sidelong glance at his pumped bicep, an orb of power stretching the taut fabric of his Underarmour shirt. The bright overhead lights cast a tiny shadow along the vein that snaked under his tanned skin.
"A bet? About what?" I finished my own set, lagging just slightly behind Mike. I grin ruefully, just slightly behind Mike had been the tune of our friendship since college.
"Well I'm not going to see you for a whole year, bro." Mike said, pulling out his earbuds to hear me better over the clanging weights in the gym. "That hotel management gig in San Cristobal is going to take you away for a full three-hundred and sixty-five."
Mike wiped sweat from his brow, the former college athlete had kept his star physique in the five years since graduating. His shirt hugged his thick pecs, wide lats and tight waist in all the right ways. If anything, he had improved since then, having quit the keggers we used to frequent.
I snuck an appreciative look at his rounded ass as he bent down to pick up his clipboard and record his set.
"Without me to kick your ass in gear, you'd probably still be that beer-bellied fratboy," Mike laughs poking my now chiselled six-pack abs with his pencil. "How am I gonna make sure you don't come back a fatty and I'll have to start from scratch with you? I'll tell you how, with a bet."
I rub my taut stomach as Mike begins his next set. "And what will I be betting?"
"A trip to Hawaii. Whoever shows up having made the most progress in the coming year wins." Mike said, and from the way he said it he felt assured even now he would be the winner. The pair of weights in his strong hands moving up and down, mechanically with flawless form. I would hate to admit it, but seeing Mike work out was rather distracting. My eyes drift to the eggplant stretching out the crotch of his compression shorts... yeah, distracting.
"OK, so what is 'progress' then?" I ask, feeling suspicious.
"Yeah, I guess we need a good benchmark." Mike set down the weights again and scratched his stubbled chin. "Whoever can put on the most muscle in a year is the winner, then."
“The most muscle in a year?” I repeat, thinking. Mike and I were both advanced lifters, gaining muscle at this point was a slow process. Still, it seemed perfectly doable to beat Mike. He just assumed I couldn't do it without him to goad me along. San Cristobal was all beaches and tropical paradise, I'd have plenty of motivation to look better without my shirt on.
“All right, you're on!” I say, grabbing Mike's calloused palm and shaking it firmly. Mike pulled me in a little closer.
“But before you go, I'll have to give you a proper sendoff.” Mike's deep voice was kept low, but still somehow cut through the ambient noise straight to my cock. My breath caught in my throat as I felt my member stiffen, and I glanced downward at his own rapidly hardening dick. Mike's thick salami snaking down his pumped up quad, stretching the fabric around its girth.
I gulped, imagining it stretching something else.
Later...
Mike returned to his apartment after another tepid workout. He flopped onto his couch, feeling angry with himself for failing to do anything in the gym but go through the motions. As much as he hated to admit it, without an audience he felt no need to put on a show, to really push himself.
“All this time I thought I was kicking Conrad's butt into gear,” Mike groused. But now he knew the truth. He dragged him along to have a captive audience, the glances Conrad thought Mike didn't see pushed him to show off and improve. It made ploughing his friend's tight ass all the sweeter, that Conrad couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of him.
Curious for the first time in six months how Conrad's life was going in San Cristobal, Mike flipped open his MacBook and Facebook-stalked his fuck buddy. This was, as it turns out, where everything started to go wrong.
“What the?!” Mike's voice was incredulous, Conrad's photo albums were filled with pictures of pristine white beaches and himself. But it wasn't the same old Conrad, he was clearly bigger and more cut than before!
There were pictures of Conrad eating food, hashtag “CleanEating,” working out in the hotel gym, walking shirtless down boardwalks, visiting some local curio shop. Mike gulped, his friend's six pack clearly etching its way to an eight. His arms were bigger, harder and more defined, he had definitely been making the requisite effort needed in the gym to win their little wager.
Mike adjusted his dick in his shorts and felt a cold trickle down the back of his neck. Not only did it turn out he needed Conrad to get anywhere in the gym, Conrad didn't need him at all.
Mike gulped... then felt the acid in his stomach congeal into a hard lump. Was this... jealousy?
He had to win, at any cost. He had always been better than Conrad, paying for him to go to another tropical paradise was a humiliation he couldn't bear. He pulled out his phone and dialed an old number from college. There had been a guy in their frat-house who could get him what he needed...
“Hey, Craig, it's Mike. Yeah, long time no see. Remember how you said you owed me that favour?”
Poor decisions...
Mike struggled to put on his workout shirt, the stretchy fabric threatening to tear in the attempt to contain his massive torso. It had been brand-new just a month ago, but he had already outgrown it. He felt like Hercules, no, like a full-fledged god!
Mike tossed the useless shirt aside and flexed in the change room mirror, the cold tiles against his bare feet and a towel wrapped around his thicker waist. Craig had delivered all right, premium steroids, and they showed. His half-assed workouts didn't matter, Mike just couldn't stop growing.
Mike's already thick physique had ballooned with fresh muscle mass in record time. His pecs had jutted out farther, his arms pumping up beyond their original impressive 19 inches to a ridiculous pair of 22s. Titanic and thick, they were no longer comfortable in regular shirtsleeves and Mike had gone without sleeves for the last couple of months. The width of his lats and the breadth of his back made every shirt chafe against his skin, they were all too fucking tight.
“Fucking hell...” Mike said, marvelling in his newfound size. “Why didn't I do this sooner?”
His traps had crawled up his neck as they grew especially fast, his delts rounding out. He had gained well over 30 pounds since he started and he saw no end in sight.
For sure, the steroids had done other things to his physique. His waist was no longer quite so tight as his obliques and abs had grown larger under the doses of 'roids he'd been jabbing his now globular ass cheeks with. And his skin on his chest and upper back wasn't quite as clear and unmarked as it once was...
“But once I win, I'll be able to get off the gear, clear up a bit and still be this fucking huge.” Mike said as he grinned, he was going to win the bet! He let the towel drop, his pumped, defined quads even managing to draw some attention away from his thick nine-inch cock hard and bobbing between his legs. He wrapped his meaty paws around the shaft and began to stroke, not caring someone could walk in. Mike felt untouchable!
He wasn't...
I sat admiring the sunset, the sweet taste of liquor on my tongue as I drank from a hollowed-out pineapple. Tomorrow I was headed back home. While working in San Cristobal had been a dream come true, I was glad to see my friends and family again soon. I felt good about my little wager with Mike, I had eaten clean and worked hard the last year.
My pecs had hardened, my arms had gained an inch and my admittedly pretty-rocking six pack had refined into an eight-pack. I ran a strong hand down my tight midsection, fifteen pounds of muscle from all that hard work and dedication. A far cry from the beer-toting fratboy I once was. I was sure I was going to win this time, finally.
My phone vibrated, and I opened the text.
“Hey, Conrad. It's Craig, remember me from college? A few months ago, I got a call from Mike saying he wanted 'roids. I didn't ask what he wanted them for, but I heard him bragging in the gym last night about winning a bet with you on who could get bigger in a year. Sorry, I didn't mean to help him cheat. I owed him one when his dad buried my DUI.”
I felt a prickle of rage bubble up under my skin, I didn't want to believe it. I checked out Mike's social media and felt rage become disgust as I saw all the posing and flexing pictures. He was clearly on steroids, the added mass distributed itself on him like he was some pumped-up body-builder waiting to get oiled up for competition.
I heard the plastic case around my phone crack in my powerful grip and I realised I was shaking with the intensity of my anger. I swallowed, the liquor no longer quite so sweet on my tongue as the bile of my rage flushed my whole body.
Sure, I could call him out on his cheating... but my whole year of dedication and effort felt wasted. I could've done nothing and still won if he was just going to 'roid up and cheat in order to disqualify himself. Hell, we hadn't even made any rules about it, Mike could argue I still owed him his trip to Hawaii. He had clearly gained much more than 15 pounds of muscle. I worked my ass off, and I still failed. Again...
My skin was now numb to the warm glow of the sunset and the tropical breeze. I looked back at the board walk, a vague memory flickering in the back of my mind. That old man who ran the curio shop. He had said some... uncanny things about my bet without me even having to tell him. I had laughed it off at the time, but now?
I looked down at my phone, the text glaring at me.
What did I have to lose?
Everything to gain...
Mike swaggered into the gym, his inflated lats pushing his arms up constantly so they were held at an angle. The fact so much meat had been packed onto his frame so fast that he was unused to so many bulging muscles constantly touching other ones made him hard all the fucking time!
It was late, and the gym was all but deserted. One lone guy was using the squat rack but besides him it was the chipper receptionist manning the front desk and that was it. This was around the time that Conrad said his flight was going to be landing.
Then he saw him, waiting by the change room doors.
“Hey little buddy.” Mike said, all of his cockiness oozing off of him like a bad cologne.
“Wow, Mike. You got huge.” Conrad was looking fine, he had grown and gained a killer tan from San Cristobal. His toned body wearing the extra muscle-mass beautifully, he could be a Men's Health cover model. A slight tinge of guilt twinged through Mike's heart, but he brushed it aside. Losing to Conrad would've set the cosmic balance of the universe off-kilter. Mike was always better than his little buddy, always.
“I guess you've won our wager.” Conrad said, smiling ruefully.
“Yeah, lots of hard work this last year.” Mike flexed his arm, the bulging bowling ball leaping up under his skin into a mountain of pure power. He cast a glance at Conrad, his board shorts now clearly tenting as he gazed at Mike with an unfamiliar hunger in his eyes.
Conrad came closer, his hand reaching up to grasp Mike's massive arm. Even with his newfound strength, Conrad's fingers barely dented the muscle as he squeezed. The contact sent Mike's dick into overdive, blood rapidly flooding his groin making him fully hard instantly.
“Jesus man, you got so fucking hot...” Mike whispered, thinking of only Conrad's tight hole.
“And you got fucking massive,” Conrad said, looking Mike up and down like a cut of meat. Conrad was fingering some weird little totem on a hemp-rope necklace. Mike felt a little wigged, Conrad was acting very odd.
Conrad squeezed Mike's bicep harder, sending another shudder of pleasure through his body. “Let's fuck, meathead.” He said.
Mike gulped, and could only nod as Conrad led him back into the change room. His feet moved almost of their own accord, and Conrad locked the door behind them as a sanguine grin spread across his face.
“Conrad... you seem... different.” Mike breathed. “What...?”
Conrad cut him off, his hand wrapping around the back of Mike's head as he shoved his tongue into his slack mouth. Mike's massive arms instinctively embraced the smaller man's frame, holding him close as the two ground their hard-ons against one another.
Mike felt bizarre, it wasn't like he hadn't had sex since seeing Conrad last. But having him against his body now was like being pressed against an electric current of pleasure. Every touch felt more urgent, every thrust against his crotch was like his every sense was heightened beyond the merely human. His thick, meaty pecs pressing against Conrad's, the feel of his breath against his throat. It all felt electric, his heart fluttering like he was some virgin making out for the first time.
Mike's head begin to spin, it was almost like he wasn't getting enough air. He staggered, and broke physical contact with Conrad.
“H-holy shit...” Mike gasped as a wave of weakness washed over him, causing a slight tremble in his massive frame. Only... it wasn't quite so massive.
Even at a cursory glance in the change room mirror, Mike could see his muscles had deflated, losing thickness and symmetry. Not a tremendous amount, only a month of progress in the gym. But fear crept into his heart, along with the overwhelming haze of horniness that smothered his instinct to run. He looked to Conrad, and his cock throbbed in response at what he had become.
Tear down the mighty...
Mike stood there, dumbstruck like the horny meathead he had proven to be. Already, I could see that he had diminished from that brief contact. His mighty pecs weren't jutting out as far, and his swollen quads weren't threatening to shred his compression shorts.
“What's the matter big man? Intimidated?” I said, feeling the talisman's power coursing through my body. I shot Mike's signature cocky grin back at him and flexed.
My shirt, already tight, was now painted onto my chest. You could see my nipples through the thin, strained fabric and I could hear seams popping around my lats and shoulders as I pumped my muscles in a classic double-bi.
The process that tore Mike's drug-induced muscle away didn't seem to affect its distribution on my own body. The pounds I stole applied themselves perfectly, maintaining my flawless proportions I naturally worked so hard for.
“This... this is...” Mike stuttered as I stepped forward and put my hand up his looser shirt, pressing my wide palm against his strong abs. He shivered in pleasure at my touch, but didn't try and back away.
“Impossible?” I said, feeling the process restart. I could feel Mike's muscles, the power and mass they contained. With just a touch, I could hook my own body into that circuit and syphon away all his ill-gotten gains.
Mike's eyes rolled in his head as I continued to drain him. I reached out, shoving my free hand in his slackened waistband and grabbed his hard cock. It throbbed with the beating of his heart, and the thick meat jumped in my firm grip as I stroked him.
“Guh... fuck...” Mike could only moan in response. Despite his (though dwindling) size advantage over me he was powerless to resist. Just like the old man had said...
“No... this isn't enough.” I let go of Mike, letting him stagger against a blue-painted locker. He gulped down air like a man after a hard workout. I could even see sweat beading on his forehead as I grinned.
“P-please... I'm...” Mike stuttered, trying to catch his breath.
“Sorry? Fucking please. You took steroids to beat me in a stupid bet. Don't even try to deny it, Craig told me everything.” I said, as I grabbed Mike's shirt and pulled it up over his head. The fabric, which once struggled to contain Mike's thick upper-body now had some slack and was easy enough to remove.
“You couldn't stand the thought I could actually beat you. You had to be on top, the winner, the best all the fucking time even if you didn't really work for it.” I said, anger roiling off me like waves.
Mike didn't resist as I started to pull down his shorts and his jockstrap, leaving him naked and hard. I eyed him up and down, thinking of all the mass I was going to gain from him. And if the legends were true, maybe more than just his muscles.
“You don't deserve what you have. You've been sitting atop your pedestal for too long. So I'm going to knock you down.” I turned him around so Mike could see his reflection. His outline still mostly eclipsed me in the mirror, but that was going to change.
I unbuttoned my shorts and fished out my cock. I was already harder than I had ever been before, so I was more than ready for what I was about to do. I parted his round, firm ass cheeks for ready access to his asshole.
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you smaller, Mike. You're going to watch as all that juiced-up mass you packed on your body is sucked right out of you and into me.” I said, pushing my thick cock head against Mike's virgin hole. “You're going to make me fucking huge.”
With a strong shove, I penetrated his tight ass, the hot space sending my cock into overdrive. I could feel the process restarting, even more potent than just touching his muscles.
“Payback's a fucking bitch, Mike.” I breathed in his ear.
Mike could only groan in response, as I syphoned his mass away. I peered over his shoulder, wanting nothing more to watch the jock lose everything.
His massive pecs were flattening, losing thickness and roundness. With each passing breath contracting them a bit smaller than the last. His thick delts rippled and shrank beneath the weight of the totem's effect, narrowing his triangular shape. Biceps that once appeared to put melons to shame softened and shrank, no longer hard as marble but getting puffier as they dwindled in size and power.
All while I fucked him, my balls slapped against his shrinking asscheeks, his eight-pack abs softening and becoming a six-pack. He was rapidly running out of his 'roided bodymass, quickly reverting to his former dimensions.
I tightened my growing arms around his narrowing chest as I fucked him harder, feeling his tight ass on my cock set my senses alight with pleasure. And every pound of muscle I sucked out of him only added fuel to the fire.
The changes that I wrought in Mike, the opposite was happening to me. As I purposefully left my clothes on, the fabric was rapidly losing the battle of trying to constrain my ever-accelerating growth. My back gained breadth, my chest width, all over my frame was packing on purloined muscle at a prodigious rate.
One deep breath, and the sides of my shirt split open, I flexed my chest and arms and the fabric exploded into ribbons. The cotton was destroyed as if it were the most delicate tissue, and I pressed my hardening pecs against Mike's softening back.
“Feel that, Mike? I'm getting fucking huge off of you!” I nearly shouted, the venom of my rage spitting in my voice as I taunted him. Mike's eyes couldn't seem to take in both his shrinking mass and my own growing body, flitting to my reflection then back to his.
My shorts quickly met the same fate as my ass grew, my quads giving one strong flex to obliterate my boardshorts. Only my jockstrap remained, and even though my cock was pulled out of it, it too was going to break from the demands of trying to contain me.
I shoved Mike against the mirror, and he put out his hands to stop from getting crushed against the cold glass. “C-Conrad... stop... I'm getting smaller!” Mike's voice became pleading as he felt himself shrinking yet more, as he saw the gleam in my eye that showed him what I had decided from the start.
“Oh, no Mike. You're going to get much smaller, bro. Much, much smaller.” I wrapped my growing hands around Mike's wrists, and continued to fuck him. He was getting exactly what was coming to him...
Death of a god...
Mike couldn't believe what was happening to him. Conrad had already fucked him out of the last six months of gains from the steroids he took. But as he felt his former friend's insistent fucking increase in pace, even as he shrunk to his former size, he suddenly knew Conrad was going to take it all.
“C-Conrad... stop... I'm getting smaller!” Mike's voice rang out, and even now he couldn't bring his body to resist. Conrad's hands gripped Mike and held him tightly, as he felt him fuck him even harder. But now that strange energy that wound its way through his body seemed to be going even deeper.
Mike's muscles continued to contract, collapsing in on themselves. He could no longer support Conrad's growing weight and fell forward against the cold mirror. Mike felt the space between himself and the mirror diminish as his pecs continued to flatten, his arms shrinking below their former 19 inches, 17 inches, 16 inches. His six-pack abs softening to a four-pack, and even less as Conrad fucked the size out of him.
“Oh... oh god... my... cock...” Mike choked out as he felt his proud nine-inch dick begin to recede as well, the sensitive skin sliding against the glass as it shrunk to eight and a half inches, eight inches, smaller and smaller. His heavy balls were deflating in their sack, pulling closer to his body as Conrad took it from him.
Mike's cock wasn't the only thing changing, his frame shrank as his bones lost length and density. His once-broad body falling in on itself as he got shorter, he saw Conrad's head matching his own in height, then shooting above him.
The whole room seemed to be growing larger in relation to him, with the hot, muscled body against Mike's back growing the fastest. Conrad's cock, getting bigger and bigger in Mike's shrinking ass made each thrust feel infinitely deeper than the last. It was becoming ever-more painful as Conrad's cock became larger and larger. But even the pain burned with pleasure...
As Mike's muscles softened and shrank, his increasingly bony body felt Conrad's hardened muscles that wrapped around him even more. Mike felt like he was impaled on a living statue, the Farnese Hercules which also was fucking his daylights out.
Mike struggled to stand on his toes, he was getting so short and Conrad so tall he couldn't keep his feet on the ground as the massive man fucked him. His ass was now much too small now to handle a dick as huge as the one Conrad now had, but despite himself he only wanted it even deeper inside of him.
“That's right little man... you want this...” Conrad's voice was deep, resonating out of the massive sounding board that was his chest. He was biting his lip, he was getting very close...
It taunted Mike because he could feel the truth welling up inside, this behemoth who had torn his old self away and left him with nothing but a shrinking body and a growing need. A need as dear as air to see him grow even bigger!
“I need... oh fuck... Conrad... bigger... get bigger!” The words stole out of Mike's mouth like thieves in the night, as he began to ride Conrad's dick as well as he could. Mike relished each thrust as he was lifted off his feet and used like a ragdoll, a tight fucktoy wrapped around a cock too large for it to contain. Mike's ass felt like it was going to split from being wedged on Conrad's cock but he could barely bring himself to care.
“Bigger!” Conrad moaned as his voice deepened still further.
Mike groaned in response, and his voice cracked once, then again as the last vestiges of his testosterone were sucked out his ass, the hair on his chest and abs all but gone as well. His formerly massive guns had dwindled down to thin, soft and shapeless noodles barely 10 inches in circumference and his once-mighty legs were twigs. He didn't even have a skinny six-pack, his midsection was just soft, empty of mass and power. He couldn't have been more than five feet tall.
And like a broken dam, Conrad could no longer hold himself back.
“FUCK!!!” His roar echoed through the empty change room like an avalanche, the sound of it cracking a mirror as he bellowed like a bull elephant. Mike felt the pressure in his ass increase, though it seemed impossible as Conrad's thick, veiny cock erupted into it, pumping wad after wad of hot load into the tight space. In moments Mike's ass was completely full, and the cum overflowed, hot rivulets of jizz spurted from Mike's overloaded ass all down his legs and Conrad's massive rod.
After eternity the two of them decoupled, and Mike all but collapsed. He felt... hollow and used. His ass was incredibly sore and still oozing cum as he struggled to find the strength to move. He managed to lift his head, only to gaze into the face of the divine.
Birth of a Titan...
I breathed in, and out.
It felt different, everything felt different. The room now seemed comically tiny, as did the man who cowered at my feet like a mouse before a lion. No, a gnat before a dragon!
I could barely see him past the shelf of my pecs, and he seemed unimportant. At least less so than the reflection in the mirror. My height had exceeded seven feet, and I couldn't even hazard a guess to how wide I was. At least two normal men standing side by side could still be comfortably shielded by the breadth of my new body. My lats spread like wings, and my quads wider than a man's waist.
I brought an arm to flex, and marvelled at the mountain that grew, harder than stone and mightier than any mere mortal. My tanned skin wrapped around pure, dense power. Despite cumming what felt like gallons into Mike's ass, my cock was hard and at attention, longer and thicker than a man's forearm. I had taken his 'roided mass and refined it into utter perfection. A vision of divinity itself...
“So,” I said in a voice that rolled like thunder over mountains. “It seems that I have one last score to settle.”
“Please... don't...” Mike scurried underfoot, now utterly free to resist now that he was physically incapable of resisting. But I didn't crush him, nor try to take anything more. There wasn't much left, to be honest. His once broad features had become depressingly narrow. His pockmarked skin and shapeless body made him look like a scrawny man who got all the zits of puberty but none of the muscle along with it.
I rifled around the destroyed remains of my shorts and pulled out the crumpled plane ticket and tossed it carelessly onto the floor in front of my once-friend and gym partner.
“You won the bet, Mike. Have fun at the beach.” I turned, my mind now turning toward my future.
“W-wait!” Mike's voice squeaked out like a rodent under stress. “You... you can't leave me like this!”
“Oh Mike, didn't anyone ever tell you?” I said, turning his old shiteating grin on him as I tore the spa locker open like tinfoil and pulled on a tight white robe. I unlocked the change room door and said:
“Cheaters never prosper.”
END.

Well I'm glad it's made people happy. I suppose liking muscle-theft as a genre requires some level of schadenfreude in the reader but at the same time, every smaller guy has been at the butt-end of daily micro-aggressions from buffer, taller guys. It might not sound like much, but if you can imagine each one as a mosquito bite, you'd get the idea of what it's like to be on the receiving end of them all day every day. I try to capture that, that feeling of finally winning for once and getting the upper-hand on the kind of guy who has tormented you and made you feel inadequate your entire life. It's well, not everyone's fantasy, but certainly it is a tangible, erotic fantasy for many.

Well, due to this being requested to be posted on this site since the O’Melissokomos site isn't compatible with mobile, here is The Jock Hunter for all who wished to read it here. Enjoy. (It's an old, story so please don't just my atrocious use of flowery prose. I do NOT write like this currently).
Prologue:
It was quiet. The crisp night air slithered through the trees, swaying the boughs and shivering the leaves. I stood in the darkness, the gathered night shielding me from any prying eyes. I watched Narrow Steed Community College, a boxy, rectangular bulk across the football field. The scent of my prey still lingered here, from the afternoon’s practice. I inhaled deeply, drawing the scent further into my nostrils. I paced the field, the grass and dry autumn leaves making no sound, observing the school, purveying my new territory, my fresh hunting ground. For that is after all what I am. A Hunter, a Hunter of jocks, all those who exude the heady masculinity that satiated my gnawing hunger. And Hunt them I did, for as the Lion is made to hunt the Gazelle, so I was made to Hunt them; my scent, my movement, all of it a tool to seduce and then consume their masculinity. I picked up a maple leaf, ochre red, like blood, I crushed it in my left hand, feeling the dry leaf in my hand turn to dust.
“So it begins…”
The Jock Hunter
Part One
By: JadeDragon (Solomon, previously)
Narrow Steed was certainly your average rural college; you had your Brains, your Jocks, your Airheads, essentially the Cool Crowd, and the Not Cool Crowd. It was so explicitly ordinary that the student’s often complained that if only something ever happened then they would have good reason to show up to class on time. As it stood, the Cool Crowd was certainly outnumbered by the Not Cool, but as a whole, Narrow Steed Community College had a healthy population of jocks. Specifically the football jock, rare species he is in less rural areas. But, when in the rural areas, this particular species of jock thrives, as evidenced by their healthy population in this backwater college. So as the morning bell rang, I entered the college.
The halls were concrete faux brick, as so many of the old colleges are, the walls made in the style reminiscent of the fifties, the linoleum floor in a constant state of needing to be cleaned. The caretakers tried their best, but in this old building dirt was so ingrained it was the floor. The student’s bustled about their way, most heading to class, some not, whether or not they actually had a spare period was anybody’s guess. I walked past the milling figures, masking my presence, watching their faces. No one would suspect what I was, and the people that do are only too late. Who would suspect a scrawny guy like me, looking like he’s hardly 18, let alone how old I really am, as someone worth even a first thought, let alone a second one. I posed a fantastic amount of danger to the resident jocks, though they don’t seem to be in the halls. Going on a hunch, I head to the cafeteria.
Some may wonder how I just slip into a totally foreign college and be there, without registering or papers. I can, to some extent, direct people’s patterns of thought, if anybody asks, they find their minds glazing over the subject until it seems like the fact that I’m there just is. A useful tool indeed to stalk my prey; and now I must get to the stalking part.
As I entered the cafeteria, the poignant smell of the jocks hit me over the head like an aluminium baseball bat. Mixed in, of course, are the rotten, fetid smells of those disgusting cafeteria foods, I can hardly guess how these people manage to eat that slop. But there! Like a jewel amidst mere pebbles, there they are! My prey, the jocks, had their own table. They were all dressed in their appropriate jerseys; some were alarmingly svelte, receivers and their ilk. They weren’t my prime choice of prey, but thankfully there were more than enough of my “tenderloin” meat than I usually hope for.
Many of them had bulging muscle, their pecs stretching the front of their jerseys, while their thick, powerful arms seemed to attempt to burst from their sleeves. Some, of course, had softer, less defined muscle, where their bellies stretched their jerseys also, but I have nothing against them. They still prove to be most succulent meals, those linemen, linebackers, and fullbacks. The others of my kind have their own personal tastes, but to me nothing is wrong for a man, or jock, to have a little bit of pudge, or a gut, as long as the muscles matched. Choosing a table across the room from where my handsome prey are sitting, I close my eyes, focussing my hearing in the hopes of eavesdropping upon them. Straining, I begin to pick out their voices:
“Fuck yeah, man! Thursday’s game was totally awesome! Thirty four to three, shit we rock!” said Scott, punctuating his point by slamming the grey plastic and metal table. The steel buckled a little, as his bicep bulged. Scott was strong, his buffed frame stretching out his jersey fashionably, but he enjoyed parties too much to have a six pack. His brown curly hair and blue eyes made up for it though, at least the girls he fucked told him as much.
“But man, we should’ve had a shutout.” complained Russell. “If Chris over here hadn’t let them fucking through the defensive!” Russell was a little bit of a cry baby, despite his enormous 6 foot 4 inches, and 230 pounds. He was a linebacker, but only had a bit of a roid belly and was otherwise lean, since he was so needle-happy. But his straight, short blonde hair and baby blue eyes lent him an extremely fetching look.
“Shut up, Russell!” shouted Chris, giving Russell a swat to the back of the head. Chris was a true blue linebacker, his muscle softened with fat and his jersey deformed in the front by his belly. “It’s the day before game day, and we don’t need your fucking attitude messing with us getting into the zone!”
“What fucking zone is that, Chris?! There is no fucking zone, except the end zone, which you let number eighty-nine into!” said Russell, raising his voice.
“Shut up, the both of you!” said Brad, team captain. He was a true prize; he was a bulked god, 300 pounds and 6 foot 2 inches at least. His dark, wavy hair was only of average length, not too long. His handsome clear green eyes looked out from beneath his dark eyebrows. His body was well proportioned, and his muscle was fantastic, but he was fond of the keg a little too much, and had a little paunch, but he was still a true man, his heady masculine scent rolled off him in waves. And if the bulging package in his jeans was any indication, he was just as fine without his clothes on too. He was smoking hot; I could feel the hunger gnaw at me more acutely, as hunger gnaws at a starving man more fiercely as he stands before a magnificent feast.
“Yeah, or I’ll bust your ass in practice, you hear?” Quipped Mike, Brad’s Lieutenant in every sense of the word. He had flaming red hair, and malachite green eyes. He on the other hand, was much more disciplined in terms of diet then his friend, and his tight, defined muscles bulged from every part of him. His traps were so huge he looked like he was on a permanent shrug. His arms looked as hard as marble, and his thighs stretched his jeans like a sausage in a too tight skin, and his package stretched out his tight jeans nicely too.
They continued their conversation for some time, nothing more relevant to my intellect then if a man were listening to the conversation of molluscs. As much as they were buff, hot, and handsome, they were still a lower life-form in comparison to me. Still watching their flexing, heaving muscles stretch and deform their jerseys was more than enough to get me hard, hot, and bothered. I smiled to myself ruefully; I always took so much interest in my food. I couldn’t wait to taste those muscles, and their thick, hot, jock cum. And watch them shrivel before my eyes.
Suddenly the group got up, breaking my concentration and startling me out of my erotic thoughts. I could hear no more of their conversation, and the other handsome morsel’s names escaped my attention. Picking themselves up, some more hulking and slow than the others, the jocks herded out the door of the cafeteria, I walked toward the orange painted steel doors, and followed. The morning progressed, as I continued to stalk the hall; following the scent of my helpless prey. The halls often meandered aimlessly, like the architect was on acid or something. Nevertheless, I followed the delectable aroma wafting through the air unerringly, and I found my prey.
I walked the halls, with the scent trail in my nostrils, my walk full of purpose and intent. People’s eyes would slide over me like my image was dark as black onyx. I arrived at my destination, the gymnasium, the reek of football jocks hung about me in the air. I loitered around the gymnasium change room in the late morning, stalking the scent of my acquired prey, Brad. Leaning against the cold concrete, I watched his nice round but stretching the back of his jeans, his muscles and gentle fat hopelessly alluring, hinting at a treasure trove of hot muscle and masculine energies. He was so ripe, so juicy for the picking I couldn’t resist going for him first. Normally, I try to pace myself, but I hadn’t fed in so long, he was just the fix I needed to take the edge off the hunger. Watching as he and some other football jocks entered the men’s change room, I entered as well. It must be time for morning practice, I thought to myself with a smirk.
The change room was well lit, and there was a bench with metal bars extending to the ceiling with hooks in the centre of the room. The bars themselves were painted, but the paint had flaked and rust had devoured the bars in some places. The football lockers were off to one side, and the other walls had benches, but the hooks were only just drilled into the concrete. The floor was, inevitably, caked with grime and the showers were less-than-pleasant. As I walked in, breathing the scent of football jock, the football jocks themselves were in various stages of undress, but most were at least down to their boxers, and one or two boxer briefs, and just one in briefs. They turned, curious at the intrusion, some not bothering to look, complacent in their perceived dominance as the top of the food chain. Oh, how so, so wrong they are.
However, as my scent filled to room, as it must, for I exude it as surely as their reek of masculinity wafts off of them, they all turned to look at me. Packages of various levels of impressiveness began to stretch their underwear. I eyed up the twin stretches of their balls, and was impressed at how well endowed this particular group of jocks were. Their strong, muscular bodies rippled as they turned and stared at me. Some were soft with fat, others hard and ripped. The others, the unappetizing scrawny ones weren’t here, so I stared casually at the smorgasbord which lay before my eyes. They all were so positively gods of muscle, of the masculine form; it would make what would come next all the more steep a fall for them. I licked my lips, nothing was more appetizing then college football jocks!
“Oh my, I guess I must have gotten turned around.” I said, turning toward the door. I smirked, as I readied myself against the onslaught of noise sure to come. Instantly, the jocks leapt into action, their thick, muscular bodies moving to try and direct me, to get closer to me, anything to be near me. Their heaving, bulky bodies jostled each other, but of course, the strongest of them would elbow his way to me first. I turned toward Brad, his thick, but slightly fat softened muscles heaved the crowd apart, and he reached me. He had muscled the other jocks out of the way and was leaning close to me; I could see him start to sweat with nervousness. I could also see his bull balls were too large for the pair of briefs he had on, for I could see their sides as they stretched the white fabric briefs. His thick cock, now at least 14 inches hard, was peeking out of the top of his briefs as well. The whole of the fabric of his briefs strained to contain the immensity of his godlike cock and balls, so full and thick they were. He shook his hair and smiled, flexing his shirtless muscles slightly.
“Hey, man. Are you new here? What’s your name?” he asked, with a smile, as his cock throbbed harder and harder, no doubt my presence was going to make him cum without even touching his thick cock. “John Smith.” I answered; my “official” name was always that incredibly generic, so no one could trace me, not that they’d succeed in harming me if they did. “No, problem, I’ll help you. I know the school and I can show you around.” said Brad, leaning against the wall, close enough that our respective scents were flooding the nostrils of the other, mine making him horny and his making me hungry. He pulled ever closer to me, as I got the full view of his strong traps, thick, meaty pecs, and little paunch of a belly.
“No, it’s alright; I’ll just get a map from the office.” I said, wanting to make him squirm a little. I reached for the door handle.
“No! Wait!” shouted Brad, his voice laced with the tone of panic, slamming the door shut. The other jocks too, shouted their protest. “No man, don’t go!” “We’ll be your pals!” “Please, stay!”
Brad couldn’t understand what was happening to him. This scrawny little guy was making him so horny, he wanted to touch him, kiss him, and fuck him. “I’m not a fag” was Brad’s surest thought, but he was so turned on, he could barely care about that. His cock however, told no lies to me, even though I could hear his thoughts clearly, it strained and bulged and pulsed, aching for release. Brad panted, and rubbed his monster cock though the fabric of his tight briefs. He loved wearing pairs of briefs that was too tight for him; it accentuated his monster cock even more. He was especially proud his was the biggest cock on the team, and he flaunted it mercilessly. The other jocks shifted on their feet restlessly, I could feel they wanted me, badly, but I used my telepathy to make sure they took no action just now; I’d get to them later.
I smiled, and lay a hand on his bulging bicep, feeling the curvature, admiring the power and thickness of the muscle. Brad’s cock leapt again, his breath quickened, and he looked like he was about to cum right then and there. I leaned in close against his body, looking at its thickness, admiring the buff, juicy muscle; his pecs were just so nice, two full, round domes of muscle. His thick cock had started to ooze precum, and the scent was difficult to resist, I wanted to feed right then and there, but I steeled myself. I placed my hand on his chest, and stroked downward, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin, before reaching his soft bellybutton. His little paunch, but now that I see it up closer, in my scrutiny I realise it’s more like a baby gut than anything else. I push into the soft warmness of it with my index finger, and instantly Brad shot his thick jock load. His thick muscular body wracked with the spasms of his orgasm, and his thick creamy cum soaked onto his belly and into his underwear, till they were both dripping with jizz.
His heavy body leans on me for support as the thrusting of his hips made him weak at the knees as he shot wad after wad of cum. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of bliss to Brad, his orgasm let up, and he staggered, struggling to lift his heavy body to his own two feet. He blushed as he realised what had just happened, the still-hot cum dripping from his underwear and belly. The other jocks were silent, my power still influencing their minds to remain inactive, both my scent, and my telepathy. My left hand is covered with his cum, I raise it to my mouth, and lick slowly, savouring the delectable taste, but the meal is hollow. It is not the cum of jocks that truly will sate my hunger. He shudders, at the sight of my tongue slipping across my fingers, scooping up his thick jock jizz, obviously imagining my tongue at work doing other things.
My smile is sanguine as I begin to act out the next part of my plan. “Brad, why don’t you come with me, and I can take you out to lunch?” I say with a winning smile. “What do you say?” I conclude. Brad’s face light’s up like the morning sky. “Yeah…sure…totally!” Brad said, shaking with excitement, his cock giving another stretch of his briefs, desperate for freedom. His slight gut jiggling, I say: “How about you get cleaned up, I’ll take you outside, to the college parking lot? We can get in my car, and I’ll drive you.” I say, now not bothering to hide the seductive tone in my voice. I reach out my right hand and fondle his bull balls through his underwear, admiring their great weight. “Oh god, I’ll be right there!” said Brad, flinging off his soaked underwear, letting his enormous cock flop free. The scale of the thing was truly enormous, his 14 inch cock was too thick for even his own meaty paws to get around, and his balls were each as big as a softball. The other jocks were eyeing Brad enviously I noticed, not just for the fact he was gaining my attention, but I think he must have flaunted that dick every chance he got.
Rapidly Brad put on another too-tight pair of briefs, although this one quite dry. Quickly Brad followed with the rest of his clothes, but this time wearing a tight blue tee-shirt rather than his jersey, which he threw into his football locker, Brad came up next to me. Smiling briskly, he wrapped one thick, muscular arm around my shoulder, as his cock throbbed and stretched through his tight jeans. “Let’s go.” I say with a smile, as I wrap my arm around his slightly pudgy waist, and lead him out the change room door, while the other jocks kneaded their own thick cocks through their boxers, looking at my retreating form forlornly. I gave them a wink, and mouth “I’ll be back later”; leaving with my meal safely in tow. Giving Brad a quick squeeze, we departed.
As we walked down the hallways leading toward the front of the building, I gently knead and massage Brad’s body, all the muscles and fat, and he relaxed in my embrace. My pheromones also help as well, drawing this hapless hunk deeper under my spell. The longer he’s around me, the more his mind is affected, and soon he’ll be unable to resist me at all. I’m sure he could hardly think straight as I thrust open the door to the building into the bright sun on a beautiful cloudless day. I lead him out across the parking lot to my car, heading into the back forty. The silver paint of my gleaming Prius shines in the midmorning sunlight, and I opened the car door for my prize, and helped him into the car, for by now his motor skills are beginning to be impaired, as any drunk would. I think to myself with a smile: “Except he’s now drunk with my presence rather than alcohol, the hapless stud.” I get in myself, in the driver’s seat and close the door, locking the car. I can see his massive meat throb in his jeans, and I grasp his upper arm, squeezing that thick bicep of his. His panting, laboured breathing is cut off as I draw him into a passionate kiss. I can feel a slight blip in his thoughts that this is wrong, that he’s not homosexual, but it is swiftly crushed into oblivion under the tsunami of pleasure my scent and proximity invoke.
He leans into me, now, and we kiss long and hard, his soft lips against mine, and my blood runs hot as my own cock gets even harder. All too soon, I pull away, grinning like a madman. “How about that lunch, Brad?” I say, as I start the car and start driving. Quickly turning out of the parking lot and begin to drive down the main road before quickly following the back road. We drive for about half and hour, all the while Brad’s huge chest heaving with his heavy breathing, as he kneads his titanic dick through his tight jeans. We make it to my house, in this part of the country at least; the open, modern design shining in boxy chrome, glass, and white concrete. “This is your house?” asked Brad breathlessly. Quite astute for his horny state, I think to myself. “Yep, it’s all mine, inheritance, billions of dollars. Come inside, I’ll give you a time to remember.” I say, slyly. I squeeze his cock through his jeans, and get out of the car, and walk over to the passenger door and help my stud out of my car; leading my prey into the lion’s den, as it were. I watch his tight shirt, his muscles and slight pudge stretching the fabric, and I’m even starting to become impatient, my heart beating faster, anticipating what is to come.
“Wow, you must be rich!” exclaims Brad, as he peruses the plush interior. Expensive paintings and furniture adorned the walls and floors, respectively, with an overall modern style. I lean over as we enter the spacious modern kitchen and give Brad’s slight love handle a squeeze. “You bet. You look a little decadent as well, Brad.” I say with a wink. Brad blushed profusely, trying to pull down his tight shirt which was riding up his gut slightly. “Uh, yeah I’m totally planning on hitting the gym and losing it!” he said, fumbling, his blush getting even redder as he began to look uncomfortable. “That’s not a problem, Brad; I like them with a bit of meat.” I said, with emphasis. My touch has Brad breathing like a marathon runner again, and his thick cock is straining to be free of its denim prison. “You know, we may as well forget about lunch, Brad. We know what we both want, don’t we?” I say, smiling, leaning even closer, only a kiss distance away. “I’m n-not que-…” Brad begins, but I cut him off with another kiss, my pheromones flooding his system now, dissolving even the faintest hint of resistance. I could feel the chemical consume his conscious resistance like a school of ravenous piranha. I was all Brad wanted now, nothing mattered except me.
Breaking away from his muscular embrace, I pulled Brad’s tight shirt over his head, and admired the soft muscularity of his chest, and the slight treasure trail curving down his paunch. Soon I’m all over him, kissing his pecs, his arms, all over his chest, and working my way down his body, feeling the warm flesh with my lips. The kisses of course were fucking hot, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Each kiss was an injection of my venom, which was now coursing through Brad’s body, preparing it for my feeding on his masculinity, on the totality of his testosterone reserves. He didn’t notice, as I did, that his bull balls were swelling in the fabric of his jeans even more now, and the weakness of his muscles as already they began to liquefy and flow to his balls. As I whipped the belt away and undid his jeans, Brad began to moan: “Do it, John, I want you, do it…” And I was happy to oblige. His already large package had swelled even more ridiculously with the venom, and his briefs were starting to tear from their sheer size and weight.
I pulled his briefs swiftly down, but I didn’t remove his pants yet, I loved the way the clothes hung on these hapless jocks after I was done feeding on them. Grasping his now 16 inch cock, feeling it pulse in my grip in time with Brad’s heartbeat. His log of a dick oozing precum, I wrap my lips around its warm, sensuous surface. Pushing it as deep into my mouth as it could go, I start to suck and slurp Brad’s monster dick. “Oh…god…fuck…FUCK!” muttered and moaned, and even occasionally shouted, Brad, as all my pheromones and venom coursed through his body, producing lust and sexual desire unlike any he had before experienced, and wouldn’t wear off till I had drained him for every last drop.
The thick, creamy precum was already sliding down my throat as I sucked his thick dick even harder, drawing my tongue up and down the thick shaft, and sometimes making swallowing motions with it in my throat. The warm pulsing cock was one of the best I had ever sucked, and I especially appreciated its size, and I was rock hard knowing what was going to start happening next. I knew that Brad wasn’t going to last long after all the things I was doing to his cock. Finally, he shot his first load, his thick cock convulsing with each wad of cum shot, and he leaned against the kitchen counter for support, as he suddenly felt much weaker, but much hornier than ever. As the hot cum belted down my throat, Brad began to change, slowly, gradually, at first. I watched as his huge pecs started to deflate, like two spherical balloons with the air let out of them. His massive biceps deflated, loosing inch after inch as he cummed his own muscles away, shrinking and collapsing. His thick thighs and calves started loosing their tree trunk look, shrinking and losing muscularity and strength. Most noticeably of all, inch after inch of height was being lost by my manly stud, as his system was drained of testosterone and masculinity.
His once massive chest was surely, steadily losing size and thickness, his whole body shrinking down like he was an inflatable with a sizeable leak. Not exempted was his godly cock, which was now also steadily shrinking, as I could fit more and more of its diminishing length and thickness in my mouth, I sucked even harder, as I felt my hunger beginning to lose its edge. “John, I…feel…funny…” Brad gasped, but he didn’t try to pull away, not that he would have succeeded anyway. His mighty cock, 16 full thick inches when we started was now diminished to only 9, even shorter than when it was before the venom was given. I watched with complete satisfaction as his softball balls contract with each blast of hot cum, but failing to expand to their previous volume, soon they were diminished to tennis ball size. His package was still manly, but he was definitely nowhere near the biggest guy on the team, in both senses of the word. His frame was not severely diminished; he was no longer the man he once was.
I on the other hand, my body finally nourished after so long a fast, was growing. I was getting taller and my clothes tighter as my flat chest expanded, new muscles coursing into my arms and legs as they thicken and strengthen. My pecs now domed outward, and my arms are now shredding my shirtsleeves. My but and thighs shredded my jeans, and soon I was quite naked, minus a very tight pair of briefs. Finally, after Brad is done on his high, panting while leaning back on the counter. I stand up and we now face eye to eye. He still retained quite a build, but nothing like the godly one he had before. “Holy shit, what did you do to me John!” screamed Brad, now clearly panicking, backing away from me slowly. “I had my first course, Brad. Don’t worry; you still look like you have a second one in you.” I said, grinning sinisterly. Brad at once leapt for the door, but I grabbed him and tossed him like a rag doll onto the couch in the adjoining living room. Of course, I looked bigger and more muscular, my shredded clothes were absolute testament to that, but I’m always much stronger than any normal human being anyway, no matter my build.
Leaping onto him I grab his smaller but still pretty thick cock, still hard and quivering, ready to be milked again. I latched onto it like a lamprey eel, and began to suck again, holding down his struggling body with one hand. I once again played up and down the surface of his cock with expertise, bringing him closer to the doomed orgasm. “God no! Please, stop this, let me go, John! I don’t want to be a weakling! I’m made to be a muscle stud!” Brad begged, pleaded and even cursed and screamed, with many variations and permutations. But I would not relent, I wanted it, needed it. I could feel him try to deny the coming orgasm, but my venom was just too potent an aphrodisiac to be denied. “NOOOOO!!!” screamed Brad, as he blasted his jockdom-fatal load. He began collapsing again as his hot, thick jock cum streamed down my throat, and I missed not a single drop. His average jock physique quickly became just average, as his pecs and biceps melted away. And not even a hint of traps above his shoulders, and his legs shrivelled. He had lost over a foot in height now, and his cock was shrinking even in my mouth, loosing inch after inch becoming less of a man-cock and more a boycock. Soon, his average physique transformed into the scrawny, as his muscle rapidly diminished to almost nothing, but his fat was still the same, however.
Without the balancing effect of his muscles, now he was just a short flabby weakling. I could feel his now 6 inch cock was the last to complete its change, as it continued to shrink in my mouth, and his balls pull up. While his body was shrinking, mine was expanding, my chest grew ever more voluminous and my arms were like howitzers! My own body, devoid of fat, was tight and ripped, my abs deeply chiselled along my abdomen. My own cock, once a mere 6 inches, was now the 16 inch monster Brad once possessed, and my balls feeling engorged and enormous, the unaccustomed weight turning me on like nothing else. I was a beast, now. I had Brad’s build, but without the fat. My muscle now bulging, rippling and heaving, as I flexed for the frightened little rabbit that was all that was left of a once mighty jock. “So, Brad, how do you like me now?” I asked, in my deeper more manly voice, pulling a most muscular at him. He made a ghastly little strangled noise in his throat, too frightened to speak, but his hard 1 inch cock and quivering peanut balls told me all I needed to know. Grasping his shoulders, and marvelling at his now tiny frame was now in comparison to mine, I rammed my log of a cock deep as it would go into his throat.
Brad struggled vainly against me, as I made him deepthroat my now enormous cock, enjoying the tightness of his throat, and now only 5 foot 4 inch body. As we fucked, his struggling ceased as he surrendered to our sex, and his little dick and balls shot a little dribble of cum of their own as I continued to screw him. Finally the tightness was just too much, and I couldn’t hold it. “FUCK!” I shouted, as I blasted thick ribbons of heavy cum into him, he squirmed a little again, but he ceased as his body rapidly swelled with new fat as my bull balls unloaded an endless current of cum into his body, his flabby frame swelling with each shot. I just kept cumming and cumming, Brad’s flabby body expanding in all directions, now no hint of his former self remained. Finally spent, I pull out of him and I collapse to the floor with a heavy thud, wheeling with the orgasm of our intense fuck. Resting for a few minutes, I got up and surveyed the gently jiggling tub of lard I’ve created out of a once muscular, thick football jock. His swollen formed rested on the sleek couch, a perfect juxtaposition if there ever was one. If I had to guess, Brad was about 300 lbs of pure flab, quite a lot for his frame. I smiled, and dressed in Brad’s old clothes, and quickly going to my room and fishing out some spare huge ones I had for whenever I was done feeding.
Epilogue:
After clothing Brad’s unconscious form and myself too, and carrying him effortlessly to my car, I drove Brad home to his dorm in silence, for he wouldn’t wake for a few more hours still. He wouldn’t remember what had happened, and I’d use my powers to make sure no one else would notice anything unusual either. I flexed my newly stolen muscle through my stolen shirt, admiring my pecs. I rub my hands along my abs, and begin to formulate the next item I think I should have on my grocery list. Heavy rain beat down onto the back road as I drove the sound mixing with the gentle noise of the Prius’s engine. I watch the wet autumn country road pass by, ochre red leaves swirling in the storm.
“So it begins…”

I suppose it does, but the inspiration for them is kind of lost on me nowadays. I wrote muscle-theft due to a love/hate kind of complex I had towards buff, tall guys because my natural physique is sort of the opposite of that. As I've come to recognize that the concept of fulfilling the masculine ideal is pointless for me, I lost the creative drive behind writing those stories. If I wrote one now it'd be a hollow mockery of the genre because I really don't care anymore about being the masculine ideal and humiliating a man of the masculine ideal by taking it away from him.